Friday, December 7, 2012

Of Puchkaas and Golu molu women ...

Round, round ... crunchy potato filled savouries dripping wet with tart water ... Puchkaas from the Land of Great Freedom Fighters ... The trams and Buses made mostly of wood and the first Metro of the Nation ... The land of Ganga Sagar and Tollygunge ... The Turf View .... and The Grand Hotel of days of yore ... British era truly signified in the life ... Chowrangee Lane .... The Chinese stuff .... The descendants of Chinese immigrants ... The pure cotton Dhaka Sarees to the Durga Pujo Pandals ... The Calcutta Zoo as known before ... Memories rush in and flood the eyes with fond memories of the puppy love that was ... a Bengali boy looking at her ...  and she oblivious of his feelings playing merrily .... later in life realizing his puppy love for her when others told her ... purity personified.

A perfect semblance in life ... a perfect life in the fauji environment ... great moments to be cherished ... especially the Aelo jhellos and Rossogullas ... The Dance performance that catapulted her to greater heights ... The winning of contests ... a golden era in her life.

Of fat, dark women with beautiful eyes and melodious voices ... Black magic and tales of infidelity quite common .... no wonder .. Don't have to wonder why she is unfaithful to her family and husband ... living in a false and virtual World not her own ... Coz' she has it in her because of who she is ... frustrated dreams... Early marriage at 16 ... now daughter getting married ... sad state of affairs and others enjoying a good tweet at her expense ... sad truth but a grim reality of what technology can do to a bored housewife ... a bane and not a boon at all.

This reminds me of the leather tannery behind Turf View ... The roar of lonely lions in the Zoo ... The polluted water in the river behind, the blood and colour from tanneries along it's bank ... odour of dead cows and flesh ... first hand review of Environmental pollution ... The Victoria Memorial ... The Howrah Bridge ...  The Ballygunge Market ... The history behind the place ... a rich tale of courage and sacrifice.

The fun filled days of sports and curricular activities ... the golf course and the swimming pool .... gay abandon and happiness personified.

A smile fills my face ... reminded of the place ... Of Puchkaas  and Macher jhhol.


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